The Path to Hiatus"1:31 p.m." read the analogue watch a young man wore loosely around his wrist, rotating left and right as he power-walked his way home wearing a formal suit in a blazing summer's noon. The sidewalks had maybe five or so less people per cement square-inch than the five-o-clock business rush. Still, he waded and rushed through the flow of people that pervaded his intended path. As he turned the corner, he came across a tall, charcoal-grey brick apartment; crawling with ivy up the window panes as they seemed to be in the world's slowest race to the surface of the sun. A slight expression of achievement manifested itself as a worn grin, panting from the heat and exercise; he leaped up the stone steps and came up to the pea-green door. He fumbled around with his keys, flipping through them one after another like the records in an old 1950's jukebox. At last he found the desired key and jammed it into the lock, turning it hastily as he bolted in the door way; dropping his suitcase
Uh oh"I broke it"."You did what"?
AdmittanceIt's hard to announce my feelings when our moments are so brightIn light of the situation I feel that I could be right.This small feeling off butterflies fluttering when I see you is a feeling I can't ignoreHowever the question remains: How can I break to this to her? I want to be more.Such a strange situation I'd place myself in should I spout it out to herthat I feel our friendship may become awkward within itself, the moment I infer.On the other hand maybe she'll accept my feelings and see them as truefor then I would know for sure that my romance has feelings for me too.Yet, if I let the situation still or she declines my feelings thereI'd be happy to remain friends with herfor that is a relationship I can hold onto forever.